Otherworldly Attraction Novels & Stories

How could the taste of a single woman do such a thing? “There have been reports of humans who have particular blood types that attract our kind,” he begins, grabbing a book that sits on his desk and then passing it to me. “It’s all in here. They’re called attrahere, and they are meant to be by the ones who crave them.” Eyes widening, I take in what I’m being told, but I can’t seem to believe it. How could a single human possibly be worthy of being by my side? She was only good enough to play with until I’d had my fill; that was it.

Everywhere they looked, they saw signs of life in forms both familiar and otherworldly. Lunastra Aetheria, who eventually materialized into a semi-corporeal being, was a presence both ethereal and comforting. Her eyes held the wisdom of eons, and her voice carried the serene cadence of the cosmos. She spoke of the moon's eternal cycle, of the delicate balance between life and death, and of the intricate dance that connected Earth to the celestial realm.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

Mrs koloski comes lumbering out of her office and says into my ear; " you made a fuckin sale. About time, don't you think. Come." She leads me into her office. " His name is Logan Hunter." Mrs koloski lights a cigarette, wheezes into a hanky and wipes her chin. She leans back in her chair. She was once a vouge model. She was the belle dame sans merci of beat poets and abstract expressonists. Now she's two hundred and eighty pounds, tough skinned and nasty when she needs to be. In her shaggy quack of a voice, she tells me.

“She? Who exactly is she you keep talking about, Cedric? Are you telling me there is someone else? Have you been cheating on me all this time?” “Cheating?” Cedric laughed mockingly, looking at me with a look of pity mixed with disgust. “Don't make it sound so terrible and dramatic, Luna. It’s not like that. It is just… I finally met someone who is right for me, someone who belongs to my world and understands my soul. Someone who makes me feel happy and complete.”

Late one summer night, as they tuned into frequencies unknown, the friends—Jake, Emily, Noah, and Lily—accidentally opened a portal to the Upside Realms, a parallel dimension dripping with eerie echoes of their own world. Unbeknownst to them, the Upside Realms harbored dark entities hungry for the energy of the living. As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm.

“No it is more than that. It felt like home, one which I miss so much, like a good feeling and that is strange because I don’t associate good feeling and missing with the word home.” Myra dragged Moe further from the light. “Then it is preferable that we remain far from it for now since we don’t know anything about it and anything that can influence someone like that, I am not sure that I want to be close to it, even if I am not the someone being influenced.” Myra said, suspicion clouding her tone. It was then then the entity inside her choose to talk. ‘It is not the fault of the portal. Beings from Earth will always be attracted to beings from otherworlds, that is how it works.’ It said. Th

Before either of them could move, the stranger reached the foot of the stairs. Standing beside him, stepping into the light with casual authority, was Adrian Thorne. The room gasped softly. Adrian Thorne—the reclusive, notoriously ruthless chairman of Thorne Global, a man who rarely attended public galas and actively avoided media camera flashes—was acting as this mysterious man's host. Adrian placed a heavy, possessive hand on the back of the stranger's shoulder, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. The stranger leaned back slightly, throwing his head back with a soft, deep laugh—a low, velvety sound that echoed across the quieted ballroom.

They have walked this earth for centuries, their presence woven into the fabric of forgotten myths and whispered nightmares. The demons are not grotesque monsters but breathtakingly alluring-dark poetry made flesh. Their eyes gleam like molten gold, holding secrets that would shatter the fragile human mind. Their voices are velvet shadows, coaxing desires you never knew existed. They carry an aura of power and danger, a magnetic pull that lures mortals closer even as it promises destruction.

Before I can even stop him, there he goes. "Omg is this a magic brush?" he exclaimes after erasing half of a page writing, leading himself to explore more. That's my this week's chemistry assignment, you idiot? "Holy hell, is this a magic globe where you can the see the world? Wait, isn't that Kyoto city of Japan? How coooooooooooool!" That's only for detecting non-bio creatures around the world, dummy. You can't see or spy on any human or animal with it, only inhuman beings can be seen after analysing the rays they radiate. "Wow, a secret room full of swords? Also behind a mirror? You really thought I won't find it? Hahaha."